Okay, so we walked to the train station, and waited for the train to come. We talked, well actually, I did most of the talking when suddenly a man who looks like an older version of Vin Diesel (how old is Vin Diesel anyway?) says "Are you two speaking in Japanese? Because all I can hear is ching chong ching chong." I shot him a bewildered look, "You've probably never heard of our language before, do you?", and simply explain that we are not, in fact, Japanese. The mystery is solved, or so I thought.
Then, his friend who came back from peeing (oh, I knew you pee) at the other side of the train stop (because it looks like a bus stop, with all the seats and the roof), started to shoot more questions at my friend and I. Gosh, they smelt of beer, or vodka, or wine, or whatever it was they were drinking before they came. I almost fainted, but I kept a steady, smiling face, and answer each of their questions with one word or two. You'll never know what a drunk will do to you, and there are two of them here.
There was this one conversation;
The conversation lasted for, I don't know how long, and when the train came, I truly thank God for it.
We nod at them, and hurriedly fly into the train, feeling as if we were just released from a prison of flirting, drunk, old men. Anyway, it does feel good to be praised sometime, even if they came from a drunk.
P/s: I can't recall the whole conversation, so the above might have been edited slightly from the real version.
Right! I just wanted to hear from you guys, have you been praised by a stranger before?